As if it can almost read my mind, even if as i do tell em " with an emotionally retarded Bling-addicted fake as a so called..[ well you can't speak of her, or they go Freudian on you even if he along with Jung is so discredited - and the latter will be by me when i release my critique my that was three months ago in the perfect hillock top atch i havent got back to yet] ..... [her indoors who despite moving to the countryside a splendid part of it never even went for a walk in my hills all around.... how interesting its the what NOT that we forget even fifty years on....
And them 'what nots' are far more interesting than the years of self pitying moaning that one mustn't ever forget.... as you must never ever do that to any child. It's magyc circle toxic spacedust.. (they have in the nouveau 'upgraded' Lego even - lovely way to influence children) ...]......[ oops getting even more deliberately Thomas Bernhardian hard to read with consecutive square bracketed chunks now to really send you to the loony bin..the ONLY way you come out, the other side of the abyss is being chucked in all the way and 'punished', too, by] .... her whackjob (™)
.....she defo must never be, indeed could never be....
bracketed i mean a real life lion tamer..... and cleanin' lady
anyway ehh yea the number one emotional retard in history, well mine even if NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.....
so one has to raise onesself by the emotion and learnings (i heard a posh one had adopted that latesd retardo-speak on that 4 chan the other day)
through the best of the girly folk, singers..
Mary Coughlan the chief of them all the way you can hear every lacuny space between every 'held space' real ones unlike the space cadet per-versions....
the real all of real life in her ....oops 5 perecent
to the point....ungracefully made but as in the great mamouth two dusks ago....
"they all sold out...."
exactly: so pondering ok what was the most thrilling musical attendence of ones twenties... well, ok, you can't beat sat a few rows back from the front at the Astoria and a rare occasion of seeing the junkie's son, who of course with no dad around, despite his billions, had become a bit of a junkie too...
And one so so nerarly could have followed in his father's footsteps especially when about two times or maybe three only thank the FAeries, one was tempted to put ones nose in his bag of finest
Columbian Marchin Powder
the devil's faecal matter
And hear him in his prime .....
predicting Totnes and Dooneshire years afore....
you had to be there...
BUt then to be looking for the perfect folk song and i know a few and an ad comes up and it seems THEY sold Sanctuary to the advertisers....
Of one of the worst evil addcitions ever the online betting companies that have destroyed so many marriages and childhoods, dad and nowadays mum selling all their foodbank stuff to pay for their slots habit....
Is surely the one reason over all others that it should sell humanity to the next planet as a job lot of dark matter that even the Vogons would reject as beyond the pale..
of vomit, we became
or 99.9%
And the greatest joke in history is that that sneaky lil' 0.1%....well i encountered at the one place even more than Totysville no way was i ever going to dawdle...
Anyway assume the worst and be inspired ONLY by the superb Socratic number we came up with, together, on 'silver linings' ... shetoo
And as i said...watch the Poliakoff The Tribe its about everyone selling out.... as 99.9% did....
And still are, at it today.... and i am quite sure all these dreadful musicians are plotting how to sell every last sweat bead they once spattered, to the AI... so that a false version of them will be sold for all of eternity
Ahahhh but i have a way to beat that.... or should i say, we... maybe
